A single, rural mama's ramblings about parenting boys, finding herself (oh brother), struggle and joy, juggling more jobs than you can shake a stick at, creativity as we attempt to not only survive but somehow live a fulfilling and rich life below the poverty line, humor as a coping mechanism when you'd be a basket case otherwise, and all the beauty that IS.

Friday, July 3, 2015

Well, just a couple weeks after we finally weaned all our bottle-baby lambs, this arrived, and we start all over again. Meet Mookie Betts, a week old Scottish Highlander calf with knock knees, white muscle disease, and major malnutrition. Her mama rejected her, so I'm giving it a whirl. We're lucky to have friends with cattle know-how who helped doctor her up. I love her to pieces already and as Ira said, she's the "most 'dorable thing on the planet."